Losing Stuff

This has been a hard month. Evidently the breaking point. The mop has broken, two snorkel masks have broken, we had a 5 gallon water container crack this week, the mower broke today, I broke the shovel, my computer stopped booting up a few days ago, too.

Last week Pounder did not come home for dinner. We figured he would be back the next day. He has had a tough time with the new puppies in the yard. He just has no patience for them.

Well, it has been five days and we have seen no sign of him.

This afternoon when we came home from Children's Club, Gratey, the new puppy, was sitting outside the fence to Corktree Beach. When he saw the car he picked up something in his mouth. Deneen said, "Oh, look its like he wants to play fetch."

He followed us in and came over to the car door to give me what he had in his mouth. It was half of Pounder's collar. Evidently, Gratey found him today.

Deneen has been talking about it all evening. It is very sad, and weird how Gratey was waiting for us to come home.

This is also very typical of Grand Turk. I have said over and over that the island is a hard place for dogs. We had a fun three years with Pounder. This is my favorite picture of him, taken on the beach when he was about six months old. He was a great swimmer and came out snorkeling with us all the time. He was from the first litter of puppies that was born in Corktree Beach the month we moved here. He was a great dog until the month we are leaving. I am not sure what happened to him, but we seldom do around here anyway.